Let's face it: you don't fit the corporate model.
Actually--do any of us fit the corporate model? Probably not. (Admission: I have no idea what the corporate model is; all I know is that, well, they probably don't want me in their club). But some of us really, really want to fit. And that's fine--we all have our roles to play.
But that's the thing--what role ARE you playing? And why are you playing? Why aren't you just...being? I know we're afraid, but we have seen recently (well, perpetually) what fear can do--how much of a drug it is, how it robs us of life, of rational thought, of compassion, of love. Do you really want to contribute to that drug trade?
Or can you just stand up, first thing, and look around--it doesn't matter if you're tired, if you want to stay in bed a little longer, if you haven't had your coffee yet--it doesn't matter. This is when you're clearest--right now. So. Stand up. Look around. Look down. Why are you stuffing yourself into shoes that are too tight/too tall/too fussy/too old/too new? What do you really want on your feet? What will best support you in this new life of yours?
And, really, let's not fool ourselves here--there's nothing new about this new life. This is an old, old life--from way back when you didn't know you couldn't be happy, before anyone told you the apparently universal truth that 'nothing is easy.'
Well, what do they know? They probably fit the corporate model. But you--you've got the courage to look around and see that, yes, it could be that easy. All you have to do is stand up, kick off the shoes/skirt/tie/jacket and step away. That's it. Look around. Once unburdened by the dress code, it will be easy to look down, see what kind of life you're dressing for.
It will fit you. It wants to fit you. This is skin-on-skin, feet-on-the-earth, direct-transmission life. This is a no-apologies-yes-what-you're-wearing-is-fine-just-come-in kind of life.
Yes. Welcome. Just come in.